“Let’s discuss it over coffee,” she’d said. But they&rsq
“Let’s discuss it over coffee,” she’d said. But they’d done anything but that. A lot of business was small talk over food or drink; it was about sizing up the oponent or assessing the trustworthiness of a potential partner. But he’d already sized her up and was determined to eat her company, and if the circumstances allowed, her. But business before pleasure, and he felt he pretty confidantly had her by the balls with the hostile takeover. He just had too much money, and it made him grin. But after fifteen minutes of talking about the weather, and clearly she was more interested in her damn newspaper than pleading for mercy for her company. He’d accepted her invitation more out of curiosity, wondering if there just might be an ace up her slieve. He kind of hoped so, since taking her down a notch was so much fun. It had nothing to do with her being a woman; he didn’t mind women in business at all, if they could keep up. Just he could think of a much better place for this particular woman, namely, his bedroom. And on that note, he decided he’d humoured his curiosity enough and stood up. “Well, thanks for the coffee, but I’m really busy…” Her eyes rolled up at him and she put her mug down on the sofa next to her. One of her perfect legs came up, and she placed an imaculate slipper against his groin while he stood. The gesture was so unexpected he froze, his jaw dropping slightly in an absence of words to speak. “Sit,” she said, in a tone that expected nothing but compliance. At the same time, she pushed firmly with the toe of her high-heeled slipper pressing against his most sensitive area. He stumbled back a bit and sat. In the same move, she plucked open the button on her jacket giving him an ample view of her busom while she settled back on the couch, newspaper still in hand. The blood drained from his calculating mind while her foot continued to press against his groin. He found it impossible to speak, and then realized he didn’t want to. His hands gripped the sides of the chair in a last show of defiance, but she only turned away to finish reading the newspaper. -- source link